It was your basic town house in Celebration, Florida. Humble two story Town House over a well manicured and landscaped lawn. Birds singing in the trees and flowers blooming in the bushes. 'Marichello' listed in the mailbox by the walkway. It let Marcie knew that she came to her friend's home.
Marcie knew Amber Marichello for a long time since she moved to Celebration. Just like anyone else who knows her, Amber seems to be the reason that Disney's not exactly playing with a full deck, because they have someone in their own gated community that has so much to offer to them. She had perfect Mousketeer material, if they weren't so shell shocked over what happened with the group during the 90s. She wanted to be a classic animator, but the current trends toward CGI threaten to make any classical animators obsolete. She even had an idea of making a Moleskine City Guidebook based on Walt Disney World--and even has her own prototype--but unless you're already working in Glendale, Disney's not exactly looking for a budding Imagineer.
Amber Merichello's a Disney Dreamer with a lot of unrequited dreams.
Until she found someone land into her lap much like what happened to Walt in that famous train trip. The train being a light rail commuter train wasn't important. The mouse that nearly bowled her over was.
Marcie remembered the time when Amber told her to come quick to her house, and she saw what Amber called her "Little Johnny" with her own eyes. Only Johnny Briz was anything but little; he stood two feet five and weighed in at 25 pounds. Perfect toon size for a mouse. Even if that mouse is actually a live mouse from a hidden mouse colony somewhere in Reedy Creek's wilderness areas.
How Johnny Briz got to his current size just went in one ear and out the other. Something about a size changing ray from some lab or something else. But she knew very well what Amber's going to do with him now that she's sure he's alive and healthy. (Having a vet for a mother helps.) She's going to record videos of him to put on You Tube, presenting him as a real life cartoon character. She even had him measured for a couple outfits that Marcie finally got finished.
That's what was in the duffel bag that Marcie had over her shoulder as she rode into the walkway on her bike. She hopped off and took a larger wardrobe bag from the back of the bike--another costume for her, because Amber suggested--and knocked on the front door.
She wondered who opened the door until she looked down. There dressed in a t-shirt and a certain red pair of shorts and yellow shoes--clothes made famous by another mouse--was Johnny. What he wore made the gray-furred field mouse with brown hair, green eyes, and a twitching sniffing nose look very much like a cartoon character. Very much at home in a Disney town.
"Hiya, Marcie," he said with a smile. While the voice was different, had a mellower tone compared to Mickey's squeek, but the smile and attitude was quite natural. "Are those the costumes Amber told me about?"
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